The End of the World: I'm Seventeen Years Ahead of Schedule

Two hundred years ago in the Wasteland Era, human beings huddled behind the high walls of the fortress and eked out a living. Chen Du fought for nine days in the fourth tide, and was finally stabbed through the back by his most trusted vice-captain. Before he died, he saw the other party taking away his last tube of source energy potion and ran away without looking back. Then he woke up. Eighteen years old. Not awakened. There were only three old coins and a short knife in his pocket. Seventeen years of memories were spread out in front of him like a book of life and death - which mine tunnel would collapse in three days, which teammate would betray in three years, which disaster would engulf the entire fortress in seventeen years. He knows it all. But he only has one person, one pair of hands, and one word engraved on the knife: live. This time, he would start settling accounts seventeen years in advance. From an outer-ring scavenger that no one would take a second look at, to a name that all nine fortresses must face up to - Chen Du's rebirth is not for revenge, but to rewrite everyone's destined ending.